✖ anxiety attack: 004 ✖

[wolfishsurvivalist]

[A. 339 Brady Lane]

[It's a lovely Saturday; the sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and Mika Whitepaws is holding a box addressed to her! What is it? What could it be? She turns it over in her hands, looking surprised, then shakes it a little to see if she can hear anything rattling inside. No, the box makes no noise, and it's small and lightweight. Her thick brows furrowing, she unwraps the parcel to see what could possibly be inside.]

What the...?

[She reaches inside to pull out a photo of herself, only to let out a strangled sound before collapsing to the ground in a boneless heap. Mika's body seems to waste away until her muscle and bones jut painfully against her skin, half of her hair fading to a stark white around her face as her pointed ears seem to push up through the frizzy mass of hair. Her tail is limp as it flops against the porch, but thankfully Mika does seem to be breathing, the photo still clutched tightly in her hand.

When she finally wakes up, groggy and bleary-eyed, she lets out a canine whine as she gingerly pushes herself onto her hands and knees, her dull claws scraping against the cement. Her breathing is labored, a soft rasp in her voice like she's struggling for air.

Mika Whitepaws is no longer human, and unfortunately her real body is still recovering from a few nearly fatal wounds.]

[B. Phone]

A-ahh, um... [Her voice rasps, and she turns her head away from the phone as she coughs into her elbow before trying again.]

Does anyone know how long someone should rest after they've been shot? I mean, like, after being released from the hospital. How much rest should they get or whatever? And um. Is there any skin care or anything for scars? Any special kind of treatment or something if the wound feels a little funny?

It's...a hypothetical question. Sort of.

[Mika would be much more believable if she wasn't such a horrible liar and didn't keep dissolving into mild coughing fits. Sighing heavily, she gives up and admits to defeat.]

Also I don't know if I'll make it into work today. Sorry, but my leg's bothering me and walking's exhausting.


((ooc: Also pls to be seeing her permissions post just in case!))

Comments

[ooeeooahah]

Where are you?

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

Home, why?

[ooeeooahah]

Because when something "feels a little funny", you might want to have someone check it. I'm Ilsa Higa. I'm a psychiatrist, but I have handled physical trauma treatment.

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

I know. I think I'd rather go to the hospital, if you don't mind. It's just a bit of a walk, and I'm not really up to it right now. I do appreciate the offer though, Ilsa. Technically, I was already released from the hospital, but I wanted to be sure everything was fine.

[Phone | B]

[snipingmissy.livejournal.com]

[Hear is Riza Hawkeye, your buddy from work, and she sounds incredibly unconvinced.]

It depends on the wound's location.

Do you need help, Miss Whitepaws? I'm not actually a nurse, but I know enough about gunshot wounds to be of some help.

[Phone | B]

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

Two to the chest, one to the throat.

[Her voice rasps when she makes a derisive huff.]

They were trying for a headshot and missed. Probably thought I'd bleed to death when they left me to rot.

I know. It's been a few weeks, everything should be closed up, I just...probably should be on bed rest and taking some kind of medication, but I don't remember. I was so drugged when they were telling me about it, everything's a haze. I hadn't even been home from the hospital for a full day when I was brought here.

[Phone | B]

[snipingmissy.livejournal.com]

You probably do need to be on bedrest--the lifting we have to do at work is probably out of the question. The only medication you need a few weeks later is pain medication, at least as far as I can remember.

The wounds do need to be checked daily, and cleaned if they aren't completely closed.

[She sighs on the other side of the line.]

Someone probably needs to check look for you though; it can't be easy to do on your own. Are they bandaged now? If not, I can bring bandages from the hospital and come clean them myself.

I know that much, at least.

[Phone | B]

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

[She groans softly.]

I hadn't even thought about that part, and I fell earlier. I can't check the wounds myself, not easily. I think they're closed, but if my fall messed things up, I won't be able to tell.

No, they aren't. I didn't know if they needed to be, I haven't bothered getting undressed since the package arrived this morning, and I was dressed for work.

Thanks, Riza. Somebody else was offering to check me, but she's a psychologist, and I...well. I don't really trust shrinks right now.

A

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

[Quinn thought he heard something weird going on outside, and he was right. Talk about a scary and confusing scene.]

Whoa! Mika, are you--?

A

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

Quinn?

[She cocks her head to look at him over her shoulder, her ears twitching toward him. Her arms trembling, she slowly pushes herself to her feet, only to have her right leg almost buckle as soon as she puts her weight on it.]

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

H-Hey now, take it easy. [He gently tries to help her up, arm around her waist.] Think ya can manage? Let's get ya in on the couch.

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

[She's mostly muscle and bone now, all those chubby curves long gone now. Mika wheezes softly, a rasp in her voice and the very fresh scars on her throat are a clear reason why.]

Yeah, I'm fine. My right leg's just a bit weak, is all. Hellbeast got me in the ghost town, nearly chewed it off.

Don't mind the help, though.

[She glances down at the photo in her hand and sighs. It's a photo from sometime after she was found in the basement of the haunted house. One that she knew had never been taken.]

This town has a hell of a sense of humor, Quinn.

[kinpika.livejournal.com]

Did you get sick? I can heal people.

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

Not sick, kid. Someone tried to kill me.

[kinpika.livejournal.com]

Someone here?

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

No. A couple weeks before I arrived. I was on my way home from the hospital when I was brought here.

B

[pants-yourmove.livejournal.com]

I think you should get a lot of rest... I'm not too sure I've never really be shot before.

B

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

Rest sounds like one of the best ideas, I was planning on that anyway.

Re: B

[pants-yourmove.livejournal.com]

Yeah...

Do you need any help?

B

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

Um...

[She cocks her head, her ears twitching as she thinks about this.]

I think I'm covered for the moment. I'm not sure.

THIS IS A PLACEHOLDER LIKE WOAH

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

It depends on the location and severity of the wound, scientifically speaking. And there are treatments for scarring, although you'd have to be clearer on what you mean by "feels a little funny."

...did something happen? [She's suddenly very concerned.]

AWWW YEEEEAHHHH

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

Yeah, remember how I said I got shot before I got here?

Uh...well, I got my body back. And that includes my injuries. I fell on the porch when I touched the photo in the box that came for me, so I don't know if that hurt things at all or not. I'm just exhausted and out of breath, and my chest and throat hurts like I got sucker punched. Riza's bringing some painkillers but I feel like a trainwreck.

[perfectvoice.livejournal.com]

...Mika, what happened?

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

I got my body back.

The problem is, before I arrived, I'd just come out of the hospital. So I'm just checking to make sure everything will be okay.

[perfectvoice.livejournal.com]

Do you need any help? I can't do much, but I'll try my best.